To Spare Your Feelings.

I don't need anyone to tell me,
about the bad choices I consciously made.
Trust me, I was there for them,
on every bed and couch upon which I got laid.

This might hurt a bit,
but you can't gain a thing without pain.
Before you smack the shit out of me,
listen to the truth, not the other stuff I said.

Let me stress it to you,
I didn't mean to lie, but I had some stuff to hide.
If you recall all those Harry Potter marathons we watched,
there was more knowledge behind my smile than just who was next to die.

I've snuck under many a ramp at skate parks,
with a couple guys whose names I'd later discard.
And those Paramore videos we layed around and jammed to,
I had more of her red hair on my mind than the Hot Pockets you charred.

Not that you've always been second best,
but my hormones just couldn't take all the heat.
All the eyeliner you bought me, and the ways I paid you back....
I pulled your hips against mine, lips against mine, made you my feast.

I had to say I'm sorry,
and I still feel like I should be starving.
The cuts on my hips are still there, and they're formed by my self pity.
I love you, I do.... but I lie and it haunts me.